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Quote by Terry Pratchett

“You didn’t want to be a warrior?” “Never. It takes a woman nine months to make a new human. Why waste her effort?”

Work

Works titled Nation typically examine the formation of national identity, the bonds that unite peoples, and the shared characteristics that define a body of citizens. Such books may discuss political structures, cultural heritage, historical development, or the philosophical foundations upon which nations are built. The specific content varies depending on the author's focus, whether on a particular country, a comparative study, or an examination of nationalism as a modern phenomenon. more

Author

Terry Pratchett

Terry Pratchett was a British author renowned for his fantasy novel series, 'Discworld'. His works are appreciated for their unique humor and profound philosophical insights. Pratchett's contributions to literature extend beyond fantasy, encompassing science fiction, humor, and children's literature. more

“Poor bastard, I thought, listening to him. He’s trying to hide from us. He’s dying, and he knows we want to kill him. What a fate: to gasp your life out all alone in the mud of a dirty little creek, helpless to hold off the slow death that is inside you and the quicker death that is walking up on you on the other side of the water. A death without love, a death without hope. God, who invented war? But if he gets back alive, I may be dead.”

War Death World War Ii Enemies War Memoir

Book:Parachute Infantry: An American Paratrooper's Memoir of D-Day and the Fall of the Third Reich

Source: Parachute Infantry: An American Paratrooper's Memoir of D-Day and the Fall of the Third Reich

“Old men having an earnest conversation about college football, is there anything more American? Makes me want to VOTE and then send out some 18-year-old to die for my FREEDOM.”

War Humor Politics Football Vote Voting College Football Endless War

Book:Powdered Saxophone Music

Source: Powdered Saxophone Music

“In an old family album Ever again you return, Melancholy, O meekness of the solitary soul. A golden day glows and expires. Humbly the patient man surrenders to pain Ringing with melodious sound and soft madness. Look! There's the twilight. Night returns once more and a mortal thing laments And another suffers in sympathy. Shuddering under autumn stars Yearly the head is bowed deeper. -Georg Trakl (1887-1914)”

Poetry

Author:Georg Trakl In an old family album

“A crutch waved out of the window; bandaged forearms made the Red Salute. It was like an allegorical picture of war; the trainload of fresh men gliding proudly up the line, the maimed men sliding slowly down, and all the while the guns on the open trucks making one's heart leap as guns always do, and reviving that pernicious feeling, so difficult to get rid of, that war is glorious after all.”